Backtracking

As lockdown protocols begin to ease in England, I suspect there’ll be individuals pondering how to diplomatically backtrack on their lockdown suggestions of “Let’s get together for a beer when this is all over.” In some cases, notions tendered to people disingenuously; foolish promises to acquaintances whose company they’d rather avoid. A friend falling into…

Crows Of The East

Endeavouring to reach the plateau of moving poetic prose my brother Ian produces in song lyrics, at the weekend I asked my younger sibling what his secret was. Misunderstanding to what I was alluding, Ian candidly responded his guilty secret was finding animated dog Scooby Doo adorable. Not wishing to dwell on this revelation, yours…

Cutting Ties With Spats

It’s taken as read COVID-19 self-isolation isn’t an ideal situation in which to spend ones existence. Consequently, for one day only, I’ll not spout about folks disenchantment at deprivation consequential of coronavirus lockdown edicts. A literary strategy which’d deservedly expose me to criticism of condescension and ‘stating the bleeding obvious’ from accusers. Instead, yours truly…

Art In The Most Unlikely Of Places

As I write, I’m somewhat distracted by the noise of holes being drilled in breeze blocks. This commotion courtesy of downstairs wet room construction being undertaken around ten feet away, between chez Strachan’s garage and entrance hall. I’ve never been party to the noise emitted when a rhinoceros undergoes circumcision without anaesthetic. However, I’d venture…

Regressing To A Happier Mother’s Day

Mother’s Day has been and gone. With the family matriarch edging towards her seventh week in a stroke ward, there wasn’t opportunity for my siblings or me to spend the day in the company of mater. Consequently, thanks to COVID edicts, our gratitude, love and reverence for the old lady had to be delivered via…

It’s No Coco Chanel

Yesterday afternoon, while perambulating the perimeter of East Ardsley reservoir with Coco the lab, I passed a young couple (late 20s/early 30s) when something occurred to me. During this ephemeral moment, upon receiving a waft of the ladies perfume, it struck me I’ve not worn aftershave for over a year. Twelve months of prolonged isolation…

Put The Telly On, Gazza

Walking Coco along the village’s Main Street yesterday morning, yours truly witnessed a parked car outside of the local school which, from the way it’d mounted the pavement, I assumed was pulled over by a parent who was up against time. As my lab/retriever sniffed inquisitively at an adjacent garden wall, seeing this vehicle, with…

Side Affects

This afternoon I’m scheduled to receive my first coronavirus vaccine. I know it’s my inaugural jab as I’ve not previously been afforded one. If I had, within this pieces initial sentence, I’d have highlighted it was my second shot in the arm. Unless, of course it was my third. In which case, as there’s only…

Uninformative Movie Reviews

Around ten summers ago, as an alternative writing conduit to my existing personal Twitter account @gjstrac63, yours truly started a second account titled @MovieLazy . A concept inadvertently inspired by my (now estranged) wife. This manifesting after asking her about the plot line of 1942 movie Mrs Miniver, to which she answered “It’s about a…